One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
But then, we knew she would.
1. Not threatened by old doggy, 2. Meeting new friends, 3. Old doggy has an old, 4. “Will you be my friend?”, 5. “your toes smell like Doritos”, 6. “Hello, little kitteh!”